After neutralizing the threat, the graceful figure descended slowly beside Alan, carefully wiping the blood off his body.
Alan looked a bit uncomfortable. He muttered under his breath, "Senior, cut it out. We're still in the middle of a fight."
Blanche lightly smacked him on the head and scolded, "So what? If you don't clean your wounds now, what if they get infected later? Do you really want to end up bedridden in the dorm for half a month just after winning a tough battle?"
"No way! I'm not like ordinary people. I heal super fast," Alan replied defensively, forcing himself to suppress the urge to use his vital energy to treat his wounds.
It wasn't that he was afraid of being discovered by his senior; rather, he was concerned that if Blanche saw the miraculous effects of his vital energy, she might momentarily be stunned—and that brief lapse could give the enemy an opening to launch a surprise attack.
